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Jacob’s tongue is just so much better than any of that. I can’t even wrap my head around things because there are so many sensations rushing over me. He’s somehow able to move his tongue in a way that seems delicate and gentle as he explores my folds and then very directed and strong as he darts down along my slit with the tip. He mixes gentle and exploratory movements with completely controlling and consuming actions as well.
None of it makes sense! I’m energized. I’m also paralyzed. I’m empowered. I’m also helpless. His tongue slides up and down my slit, and I can barely breathe. His hands move along my sides and then he takes firm hold of my breasts as he thrusts his tongue into my pussy. As his tongue moves inside of me, the grip of his hands adds something to the situation. Jacob is very clearly in control here. There isn’t any doubt about that at all. He’s in charge and I’m going to experience what he chooses for me to experience until he’s damned good and ready to change things up. For some reason, that feels even better to me than his tongue.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, what he’s doing with his tongue is like some sort of a revelation for me, and it’s fair to say that in my entire life I’ve never experienced the kind of pleasure rushing over my body from how he thrusts his tongue into me, uses it to zig-zag around my slit, or swirls it along my lips. The sensations are very powerful, certainly the most powerful physical sensations I’ve ever experienced, and I’m not even cumming!
But it’s the fact that he’s in control that’s really powerful for me. It’s the fact that I’m completely at his mercy. I mean, that’s the thing that has me feeling like this is some kind of out-of-control dream. As his tongue works and holds my breasts, I feel paralyzed. He’s in charge and I’m…
I’m…
I let out an unintelligible scream as my orgasm hit. It’s powerful. I mean, it’s very powerful. It’s not just that it’s a strong orgasm, though. It’s gripping as hell, and that’s new, but it’s also sharper, if that makes any sense. The pleasure is concentrated all along the surface of my pussy, and it creates a strange juxtaposition for me. I mean, it’s amazing.
And it isn’t enough. I need more.
I guess I never expected to be able to feel two contradictory things like that.
The worst part about it is that I don’t even know what I need more of. All I know is that I feel completely overwhelmed and consumed. I feel like my entire being is swept away right now. I also feel a desperate need and I can’t place the need. I can only squirm and try to breathe as Jacob keeps hold of my breasts and keeps his tongue moving.
This really is transformative for me. I mean, it’s like I’m learning in a pretty damned profound way that I have no real idea about the capabilities of my body when it comes to pleasure, excitement, and enjoyment. That sounds like some kind of an exaggeration but it really isn’t. I feel pleasure rushing through my body and it’s so much stronger than pleasure in my past. I mean, how things feel before now… Well, it’s not even comparable.
“Fuck me, Jacob!”
Wow.
I don’t even realize I’ve been fighting to come up with the ability to scream that demand. I guess I don’t even realize until I scream those words that the desperate need which I can’t place is pretty obvious. I need his cock inside of me. I guess it’s all part of this situation feeling out of my control. Who knows?
Well, I guess screaming for me to fuck him means I have some control after all. He doesn’t hesitate but slides up and eases his cock into me. Of course, any sense of control I feel for making that happen disappears the moment he’s inside of me and my body behaves as though it can do nothing at all other than cling to the god of a man on top of me. I hold tightly to his shoulders, tightly enough that it’s a miracle my fingers don’t just pierce right into him.
As for my legs, they end up wrapped around him, too, crossed and holding tightly as he thrusts into me. I guess I’m using my legs to lift myself up to meet his thrusts but that really isn’t a choice, if that makes sense. My body is moving without any real decision-making on the part of my brain. There’s something about the power of this man on top of me that really affects me. I guess what really affects me is how the power is under control.
And when he loses control and cums, I swear it makes my orgasm stronger. It gets so strong, I think I’ll just stop breathing forever!
I hold tightly to him to keep him deep inside of me, and I don’t know how long it lasts exactly but eventually, my strength gives out and my legs slide off him.
I won’t say I’m disappointed when he stands up. I mean, I know this is a sexual event, a one-night thing, and not some big romantic adventure. Nonetheless, I feel a little wistful about things. He doesn’t get dressed, though. Instead, he leans over and scoops me up off the bed. He kisses me can carries me to the bathroom. The next thing I know, the two of us are showering together, and that’s a really sweet and intimate experience.
We don’t have sex in the shower. That’s all right because when we get back to the bed, it’s on again. If I thought the first time was intense, I can say with honesty that the second time is even more powerful.
And I think I lost brain cells during the third time.
Let me leave it at this. In the morning when I wake up, it almost feels like I’m still cumming. There’s a rose for me on the nightstand, one of those little buds you get at gas stations. I feel sore all over. This is the first time I’ve ever felt sore for sexual reasons.
Damn, it’s amazing.
It takes me a long time to get showered and dressed and I barely check out in time. Then, I sit at the diner for a good two and half hours before I have the strength to get on the road.
Chapter Three
I’m sure it’s my inexperience talking when I say that my entire idea of sex is transformed by my night with Jacob. For all I know, girls more experienced than I would call it good or even just pretty good. I guess it’s even possible some girls might tell me that it’s what sex is supposed to feel like, how it should go every time, and not some remarkable event.
Well, who the hell cares?
I can still fill him and it’s almost thirty-seven hours later. I’m not exaggerating. I mean, I don’t feel his cock inside of me while I’m accelerating or his tongue on my clit when I make a lane change but my body isn’t even close to being done with the experience. I don’t mean I’m just on the brink of cumming or something. I just mean there’s complete awareness, if that makes any sense.
I’m aware of my nipples.
I’m aware of my clit.
Nina says GPS always misses the turnoff from the freeway to the country road that leads to the mountain road that leads to Pinecrest Peak. So, I keep my eyes open for Road L-48. I do just as instructed and slow down at the four-car train not on train tracks. There’s something about the process that really excites me. I really am getting a brand-new start. I really am starting something completely new.
